Legal and Medical Death — Kansas Takes the First Step

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Come away, come away, death And in sad cypress let me be laid;Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it!My part of death, no one so true Did share it.SHAKESPEARE said it well: no one else shares in a person's death. Yet we all prepare for it and the living "pronounce" the death of the individual. The Bard spoke of death as the the flight of breath. In a medical sense it has been defined in the past as the cessation . . .